Keeping up with the Joneses in this neighborhood could be an expensive game. Having never read “The Millionaire Next Door” I hope that the Joneses naturally assume that my lack of conspicuous consumption implies millionairedom. We live in one of the least expensive homes in the neighborhood, but contractors still give us the “you live […]
I thought I read on the internet somewhere that only the English drink alone, which is I guess the ten-ties way of saying “a man down the pub told me…”. I can’t find reference to it now, though I have tried at least reading the synopsis of the top five google hits for the phrase,
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Having previously given up on reading and on books with long words, I’m getting a woody for Will Self’s work again. He’s the thinking junkie’s answer to Bez, and it turns out that he hasn’t stopped writing since I’ve stopped reading. I’m snorting up some of his blogs right now, and toying with the idea
